Speaking of Anna, I was still reeling from our breakup. My first real breakup. Remember your first big break up? The one where you just knew you would never be able to love again? You probably did that one in Junior high. I was 33. So not pretty. I was on a rebound Dennis Rodman couldn't touch on his best day.
I ended up dating another very pretty artist, named "Ona". Here's what babynames.com has to say about the name "Ona".
"Form of the name Anna. Also a West African name meaning "fire"."
Here we go again...
Another Anna, same problems. This time I could recognize them as problems, so I bounced quickly.
And then the same thing that was happening with the 27's started happening with "Ann's".
All I wanted was a beautiful distraction, but every time I approached a girl, her name was Anna, Anne, or Melanie, or something with an "An" in it. Just like with the 27's, every girl I met was an "Ann" of some sort. Over and over again. Comical if it's not you, maddening if it is.
You know how every song on the radio is about you when you're heartbroken? Try having your pattern recognition machine set to overdrive.
This is another one of the places where you're just going to have to take my word for it, as girls don't give you receipts when you hit on them. But it was pretty freaky.
I found myself connecting with another friend with "An" in her name. Blan.
Blan got through my defenses because she is about as good a person as it gets. However, she already had plans to move to Canada, so that didn't last long. She did however, become one of the best friends I've ever had. She helped me start to heal. I owe her big time.
One day, I'm driving back home after striking out at yet another party, it was about 3am. As I pull off the Freeway, way off in the distance, about 500 yards away, I see this girl walking her dog. It was like she was glowing. Seriously.
Little easier to believe that one now, huh? Like I said, she was literally glowing. I had to meet her. Even though it was 3am in a pretty rough part of town, I parked the car and said Hi. We hit it off, and spent the next hour talking.
Her name?
Joanna.
I was a little hesitant about telling her about why I looked so flabbergasted. I tried to play it off, but she is the curious, and persistent kind. So I told her about my weird string of coincidences regarding girls named Anna.
She laughed, told me she had recently broken off an engagement to a guy named Ryan, and that her boyfriend right before that was also named Ryan. So was the one before that...
What this means, is that this Ryan had a weird string of Anna's, and that Joanna had a weird string of Ryan's. That's when you start questioning if it's purely random.
I told her about the Every April script, how I had spent ten years writing a story about a girl named "Anna". When you put that much time into a character, they become very real to you. She asked to read the script.
This next bit is where it starts getting wacky.
NEXTLEVEL
I ended up dating another very pretty artist, named "Ona". Here's what babynames.com has to say about the name "Ona".
"Form of the name Anna. Also a West African name meaning "fire"."
Here we go again...
Another Anna, same problems. This time I could recognize them as problems, so I bounced quickly.
And then the same thing that was happening with the 27's started happening with "Ann's".
All I wanted was a beautiful distraction, but every time I approached a girl, her name was Anna, Anne, or Melanie, or something with an "An" in it. Just like with the 27's, every girl I met was an "Ann" of some sort. Over and over again. Comical if it's not you, maddening if it is.
You know how every song on the radio is about you when you're heartbroken? Try having your pattern recognition machine set to overdrive.
This is another one of the places where you're just going to have to take my word for it, as girls don't give you receipts when you hit on them. But it was pretty freaky.
I found myself connecting with another friend with "An" in her name. Blan.
Blan got through my defenses because she is about as good a person as it gets. However, she already had plans to move to Canada, so that didn't last long. She did however, become one of the best friends I've ever had. She helped me start to heal. I owe her big time.
One day, I'm driving back home after striking out at yet another party, it was about 3am. As I pull off the Freeway, way off in the distance, about 500 yards away, I see this girl walking her dog. It was like she was glowing. Seriously.
Little easier to believe that one now, huh? Like I said, she was literally glowing. I had to meet her. Even though it was 3am in a pretty rough part of town, I parked the car and said Hi. We hit it off, and spent the next hour talking.
Her name?
Joanna.
I was a little hesitant about telling her about why I looked so flabbergasted. I tried to play it off, but she is the curious, and persistent kind. So I told her about my weird string of coincidences regarding girls named Anna.
She laughed, told me she had recently broken off an engagement to a guy named Ryan, and that her boyfriend right before that was also named Ryan. So was the one before that...
What this means, is that this Ryan had a weird string of Anna's, and that Joanna had a weird string of Ryan's. That's when you start questioning if it's purely random.
I told her about the Every April script, how I had spent ten years writing a story about a girl named "Anna". When you put that much time into a character, they become very real to you. She asked to read the script.
This next bit is where it starts getting wacky.
NEXTLEVEL
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